I have always thought that a poem does not have 'one' meaning. It can (and has to) have many: one for each and every reader. If it’s so, what could be the meaning of the following verses?
“/ Your eyes –Ethereal / Like butterfly wings./”
Or :
“Imagine how / Long was the night / And it broke into a day / Loaded with shadows — ../”
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“/ I tuoi occhi —Evanescenti / Come ali di farfalla./” ...

The title, "WE ARE THE WORDS", is to point out that a poet is the Words he/she uses to create Poetry. The series of sentences along the thread, want to give the idea of words in developing, like Language that evolves through a thread of memories, fantasies.. and, eventually, Creation — Poetry. ~*~ "SIAMO PAROLE", vuole sottolineare che un poeta è le Parole che usa per creare Poesia..

This "WORLD" is the arena of duties and fidelities, work and play, passions and pursuits, experience and memory, love and desire, and a host of other parallels which populate the poems we read and write. A poet can simply disappear into this World with its lures, traps, seductions, gambling, used car dealerships and department stores.
“Oh Mondo, ti fai sdrucciolevole”, si lamenta Coriolano...